For the hero never knew his worth,
His last thoughts were regret.
He wasted all his time
All his efforts were in vain.
There were no glory in his sacrifice,
Nothing to say, it was all worth it.
He never knew his worth,
In the end, he is nothing more but a tragedy.
But on the other side,
Away from the storm.
They were all happy,
They were all glad.
The hero they needed,
Came, be in garb or armor.
The hero they wanted,
Arrived, be in a suit or just some ragged clothes.
They were smiling,
Peace to always last.
The hero have died,
Not a tragedy but a legend.
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